“Why?” asked Rob interestedly.
“We’re getting up a show, and Em is going to take the part of a girl and he spoons with Tolly, and we didn’t know what to have them say to each other.”
“I’ll rehearse you on the play, and prompt you,” said Beth with a little giggle.
“Come on upstairs with me now,” I said to Pythagoras.
When I landed him at his door, he leaned up against me, and rubbed his cheek against my arm.
“Thank you for letting me go to the game,” he said.
I found myself responding to his affectionate advance. This would clearly never do. I couldn’t let another Polydore squeeze himself into my regard.
“Silvia,” I said abruptly, as I came into our room, “we must really make some immediate 266 plan for disposing of the Polydores, or, at least, of ‘Them Three.’”
“Huldah is managing them tolerably well,” demurred Silvia. “Since they depreciated in market value from five thousand per to nothing, she has resumed her former harsh treatment of them.”